Revisiting “Harvest”

"Anything?" Kathryn whispered, barely audible.

Across the clearing, Trent slowly shook his head. Nothing from him.

Suddenly, a whistling pierced the forest's still air. The ground ahead of Kathryn exploded into a spray of earth and splintered wood. Slabs of rock blew off the ridge above. Gwen flashed through the air as she manipulated time to cushion her fall and avoid projectiles.

“Melting Broken Back”

Michael woke up every morning to Broken Back outside his window, sliced up by the horizontal blinds. At dawn, the mountains retained night's purple hue until daylight warmed that away to snow-capped gray. Every morning, Michael curled himself under his toasty comforter to watch the mountains melt.